Where It all began

Our protagonist, a 67-year-old man, wakes up in the evening. It's 12:30.

"Ahh… that felt good," he muttered, savoring the rare, peaceful sleep he had finally managed to get in weeks.

As he swung his legs off the bed and placed his foot on the floor, but surprisingly something warm and mushy greeted him. He felt a chill run down his spine almost as if he instinctively knew that it was

"Huh?"

He glanced down and froze. He had stepped on dog poop.

"Damn you, LITTLE SHIT! COME HERE!" he shouted at his dog, Rafale, chasing the mischievous pup around the room.

Though he might seem like an ordinary old man, he was far from it. He was a business tycoon who built unicorn startups, a multibillionaire, a certified genius, a fitness industry icon, and a 13-time Ironman competitor. The list of his accomplishments went on and on.

But today, something big was about to happen, big enough that even he, who had accurately predicted the 2032 stock market crash, could never have seen it coming.

Suddenly, a secretary from King Corporation barged into his room.

"Boss, you're late! How could you forget about your meeting this evening?"

Distracted by the chase, the old man tripped over a chair and hit the floor with a loud thud.

"Ahh… there was a meeting?" he asked, groaning. Though he was quite the genius but he could be quite a handful.

"Sir, get ready! We're leaving now!" the secretary urged.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Can't let an old man some rest, huh? And as for you, you little shit," he added, glaring at Rafale.

"Woof woof," Rafale barked, almost mockingly.

After a tiresome of activities, the meeting was done by 6 PM. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city.

In front of the office building, there was a park where the old man liked to take a walk after work— it was a small ritual of his. As he strolled, lost in thought, he decided to head back to his car.

Just as he approached the car, a child dashed out from the park onto the road while chasing a ball.

The screech of tires and the roar of an oncoming truck filled the air. The child was about to get hit.

Without a second thought, he lunged forward, shoving the child out of harm's way.

*Thud.

The truck hit him. Blood spilled across the pavement as he lay there, struggling to breathe. His vision blurred, but a single thought crossed his mind: I hope the kid is safe…

The next moment.

Surprisingly, he felt no pain.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer on the road. Instead, he found himself in a vast, pure white space. The ground beneath him shimmered like water but felt solid underfoot.

In front of him floated a glowing, orb-like figure.

"God?"